All Chapters of THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The moonlight over the Sanctuary was softer tonight, almost shy, as though the heavens themselves feared to disturb the sacred quiet. The statues of Iris and Aiden stood sentinel at the heart of the valley, their marble faces serene, yet beneath their gaze the world felt anything but peaceful.Atop the Crescent Spire, Caelum stood alone, cloaked in the dark velvet of night. The wind tugged at his hair, whispering through the pine trees, carrying scents of ash and wildflowers. His violet eyes scanned the horizon where shadow and light clashed like warring titans.He clenched his fists, feeling the power coiled within him, restless and unyielding.“She’d know what to do,” he murmured, staring up at the twin moons. “Mother always knew.”Flashback: The Mother WolfHe remembered her as she once was—her silver hair rippling in the wind like a river of moonlight, her hands firm yet gentle as she guided the packs.“You’re not leading wolves, Caelum,” she had told him once, crouching to meet h

The cavern trembled with energy. The air hung thick, almost suffocating, as wolves cloaked in obsidian fur circled the obsidian throne. Each step they took seemed to reverberate with a heavy, ominous sound.Caelum stood at the foot of the dais, his hands clenched. Above him loomed the jagged throne of the Shadow King, its sharp edges glinting under torchlight like rows of teeth. The scent of burnt herbs choked the cavern as the priestess approached.She dipped her claws into an urn of violet fire, her voice deep and guttural.“Let the blood of the Hollow Star flow through our Sovereign. Let the darkness embrace him fully.”Black tendrils of flame snaked around Caelum’s arms, searing into his skin like living brands. He gritted his teeth against the pain but did not flinch.Selene’s voice rang in his ear. “You don’t have to do this, Caelum. You’re still your mother’s son.”“I’m the Shadow King now,” he said coldly.But even as the words left his lips, memories of Iris’s hand on his sho

The sanctuary was quiet. Not the uneasy quiet of before battle or the sorrowful quiet after loss, but the sacred quiet of peace—the kind that settles deep into the earth and roots itself like an ancient oak.Silver light poured through the canopies of the Last Moon Grove, where Iris had built her sanctuary so many years ago. The moon above was whole and luminous, no longer fractured or bleeding shadow. Its glow painted the clearing in soft gold and pale blue hues, where wolves of all fur shades—white, gray, black, even crimson—gathered to howl as one.Tonight was not for war. It was not for prophecy. Tonight was for remembrance… and for goodbye. Scene 1: The Mother Wolf’s FarewellIris stood barefoot in the center of the grove, her white gown glowing as though spun from moonlight itself. Her silver hair fell loose to her waist, and her golden eyes seemed almost too bright for this mortal realm.She ran her hands along the carved trunk of the Elder Moon Tree, where generations of wolv

The cracked moon hung like a bleeding eye in the heavens, its pale glow split by veins of black fire that bled down into the forest canopy. Below, the once-magnificent Sanctuary now trembled under the weight of voices—angry, desperate, and divided.The Great Hall was choked with wolves. Alphas and Elders from every corner of the world crowded around the crescent-shaped council table. Once, Iris’s presence alone had been enough to command reverence, to bridge light and shadow. Now her children, Caelum and Liora, stood where she once did—symbols of a balance that was crumbling.Liora’s voice echoed across the hall, golden eyes blazing.“This division will destroy everything our mother built!” she cried. “The Mother Wolf gave her life for unity, and you would throw it away for your petty rivalries?”“She’s gone, Liora,” snarled an Elder with fur streaked like charred wood. His golden eyes were dimmed with distrust. “Your mother was a dreamer. But the dream of balance was always a lie. Li

The Sanctuary had never known silence like this.Nestled within the heart of the forest, the great stronghold pulsed with faint moonlight. Its spires and gardens—once blooming with life—now bristled with barricades, watchtowers, and soldiers. From the sky, the twin moons reflected off a hundred drawn blades.But even in the face of war, the Sanctuary was beautiful.And yet… the air was heavy. Heavy with fear, with the kind of tension that clung to the skin like ash before a wildfire.Scene 1: Preparing for WarLiora stood on the balcony of the Moon Hall, staring down at the training grounds. Rows of white-armored wolves drilled relentlessly, their weapons gleaming like captured starlight.“They’re not ready,” she muttered.Aiden stepped up beside her, his face drawn and shadowed from nights without sleep. The scar across his cheek—earned during the Silver Moon invasion—stood out starkly.“No one’s ready for this,” he replied gravely.Liora’s golden eyes flared. “We have to be. If Cael